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Zheng Rusheng, Liu Shouping responded in turn, then looked at Zhao Xueyuan, their slight guilt completely turning into scrutiny.
The three had met by chance and banded together, not sharing a deep relationship.
Liang Qu poked the bonfire.
"How long has the Zhao Family been in Yellow State?"
"Less than two years, I guess, but they bought the property long ago and it has been vacant. The locals said they are from Yunzhou, but we doubt it; the accent doesn't match."
"Less than two years?"
Liang Qu calculated the time and found something didn't quite add up, then looked at Zhao Xueyuan again.
Zhao Xueyuan remained silent, aware that he had exposed himself, yet still holding onto a sliver of hope.
As long as he stayed silent, maybe...
Liang Qu picked up a red-hot stick and gestured it toward his chest, the intense heat scorching the cotton fabric, emitting a burnt odor.
Zhao Xueyuan couldn't hold back.
